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 I am the quiet moments - sand between toes, beauty all around - the unquellable voice, hands like hearts that bereave - the numb grief, eyes that watch lovers in streets. I am home, in observance, where nowhere else can shake the guilt, and no beauty can quell the tremble of desire. I am, if anything, but a body - a body of desire.

  an experimental art concept by Joseph de la Hoyde  

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a body of desire

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